|Not a chicken, but I love his style.|
Are these the chickens?
The little signs. The billboards. The shoe on the other foot? One shoe on the floor, the other about to ----
Withholding or absence?
Sandpaper on silk, tongue stuck on a popsicle.
A tango without steps. Without a lead. Fearless or otherwise.
Leaves falling in July. Green grass in December.
Is this the real life or is this just Fantasia?
Where did I put it? Where did you put it? It's always something. First one thing than another. There you go. And there you are. There's that.
The John Deere in the haystack. The needle in your eye.
Nothing is easy.
Quick! Make haste! Vite! Vite!
Remove all flat surfaces. Depressions and resting places. Fill them with knick knacks and bric-a-brac.
Not here. No no no no. Not here. This is not your soft landing.